On The Road To Youghall

As I strolled to Youghall last Sunday morning

A maiden passed me on the road along

Her cheeks did glow like the rose at dawning

Her voice it sparkled like a fairy song

My arms around her I'm greatly daring

I begged a kiss ere she went her way

Said she, now stop for me coat you're tearing

And what young man would your dear wife say

Ah Fey, says I but I never married

I'm just a young lad of twenty three

I had some plans but they all miscarried

So come and settle down along with me

All that I own it's for you to share aye

With food a plenty and clothes galore

So return with me and retrace to Youghall and

You'll never want for a thing no more

Kind sir, says she, I'll not be returning

I've just departed from Youghall this day

I've left me home, aye with anger burning

And not a man was there to say me nay

To me it's equal, I'll go me own way

And on me travels I will now begin

I'm just a young girl who's sad and lonely

And on the roadway to Capaquin

I'll sit beside you, you're grief to lighten

I'll put me arm around your waist a score?

And in a while, she began to brighten

With hugs and kisses and the devil knows more

For an hour and a half I contrived to warm her

I then departed for Youghall again

Ah goodbye says I, me pleasant charmer

I left her walking on to Capaquin